Get Off The Road

We are the Hellcats nobody likes
Man-eaters on motorbikes
We own this road
So you better get lost
When you hear the roar
Of cut-out exhaust
Bug off or you'll find
That you've blown your mind

Get off the road
Get off the road
Whoa

We know man's made out of clay
He shootin' clay pigeons today
Get off the road
Before we have crossed
Or you might get
Your rear-end tossed
Gonna be uptight
We're ridin' here tonight

Get off the road
Get off the road
Whoa, whoa, whoa

We are the Hellcats nobody likes
Lunachicks on motorbikes
We own this road
So you better get lost
When you hear the roar
Of cut-out exhaust
Bug off or you'll find
That you've blown your mind

Man-eaters!
Man-eaters!
Man-eaters!